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Oh, I have wonderful news! Sister Peterson is being let out of the hospital! My aunt Tracy works there as a nurse, and she told me on the phone yesterday. While I wanted to know how Sister Peterson was faring after her brush with death in that car accident on I-75 over Thanksgiving, Aunt Tracy told me way more than I wanted to hear. I tried to be as polite as possible since we youngins are supposed to respect and revere our elders, but I really didn't want to know about how many times Aunt Tracy had to change Sister Peterson's colostomy (sp?) bag. I also didn't want to hear about how she accidently dropped it one time and the little clip came off, spewing "contents" all over the floor. Gross!
Last week at Bible Study Benji came in wearing an earring, and his hair was longer than ear-length. I asked him why he was dressed in such an obscene manner (nicely, of course), and he told me he it was none of my business. Well! Imagine how put out I was. Gwen and I got together after Bible Study and prayed for Benji's soul, again. I wonder, how many times are we supposed to keep doing this. It's like he's reformed one second, and the next he's cavorting with the other heathenous sodomites. Is there nothing that can be done?
Last week at Bible Study Benji came in wearing an earring, and his hair was longer than ear-length. I asked him why he was dressed in such an obscene manner (nicely, of course), and he told me he it was none of my business. Well! Imagine how put out I was. Gwen and I got together after Bible Study and prayed for Benji's soul, again. I wonder, how many times are we supposed to keep doing this. It's like he's reformed one second, and the next he's cavorting with the other heathenous sodomites. Is there nothing that can be done?